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by Rita H. Kelly Leonard Roberts in front of classroom door Each of us remembers Leonard Roberts in her own way, for the special things he did with each of us as well as the typical memories of his everyday actions. To his family he was special. To us he was funny. With us he never lost his temper, and always provided what we needed. Each of his daughters is remarkably like him in many ways. Our love of music, our love of things artistic, our respect for education, even our use of certain words is a heritage from Leonard Roberts. This past Christmas season most of his family were together for the holidays. Naturally, we reminisced about Dad. I recorded a conversation about life with Leonard Roberts from a perspective no one else can share. The following pages are excerpts from that conversation. Present during the recording were Edith Roberts, his wife (Mom); Sue Atkins, eldest daughter; Lynneda Denny, youngest daughter (Lynne); and I, Rita Kelly, third daughter. Margaret Biller, second daughter, could not be with the rest of us. I must confess I have not been the true word-for-word transcriptions, nor is every- folklorist in these
Appalachian Review – University of North Carolina Press
Published: Jan 8, 1987
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